Queen truly deserved her title as one of the few female Special Soldiers in the paratroop division; her two shots eliminated the machine gunner and greatly assisted Song Heping.
An excellent soldier always knows what to do and when to do it, never misjudging the situation.
From the farm to the ambush point, Song Heping ran until he was out of breath, but the drive was over in a blink of an eye.
Sayif's bodyguards were not to be underestimated either. As members of the Suicide Squad, they remembered to adhere to the rules of warfare during the escape, which meant keeping the lights off.
Driving without lights is a skill of its own.
Unfortunately for them, Song Heping had night vision goggles.
He could even see the silhouette of the Suicide Squad member driving the first SUV as the convoy entered the range of the claymore mines, and without hesitation, Song Heping pressed the remote control.
Good things truly are worthwhile, costing for a reason.
The two claymore mines exploded in the night, blooming flowers of death.
Each claymore mine contained 700 steel balls, making a total of 1400 when combined.
Placing them on either side of the dirt road to create an X-shaped crossfire pattern, they shot out like a rain of deadly darts, easily covering the convoy.
The immense power made Song Heping's heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I hope I haven't killed anyone?"
Normally, in an ambush using mines, one would hope for the greatest possible destructive power, ideally, one mine could take out a tank.
But this time was different.
Sayif was in one of the vehicles.
At this point, each end of the four-vehicle convoy was flanked by a pickup truck, with two SUVs sandwiched in between.
Sayif was definitely in one of those vehicles.
Song Heping didn't know exactly which vehicle the guy was in; after all, the cooks who had engaged the Suicide Squad hadn't relayed this intel to him, clearly, they didn't know either.
If Sayif was killed, a dead Sayif wouldn't be as valuable as a living one.
Thomas had emphasized that he wanted him alive.
That was worth five million dollars.
It would be a pity if the mines blew that away.
However, at that moment, Song Heping couldn't afford to worry too much. With at least a dozen bodyguards in Sayif's four-vehicle convoy, it wasn't up to him, Song Heping, to concern himself with their survival.
The first SUV became a hornet's nest in the barrage of steel balls, riddled with countless dense bullet holes all over, and the driver's face took more than a dozen hits.
The power of the small steel balls was significant, entering the driver's face and chest from various positions, some embedding into his chest cavity and piercing the heart and lungs, others directly into his face, embedding in the jawbone, nasal bones, or skull, and some balls even burst his eyeballs.
For a moment, he was neither dead nor able to see, turned blind, the agony drove him temporarily insane, sitting in his seat wavering his arms and screaming in agony.
The co-driver was even unluckier than the driver; perhaps his skull wasn't as hard as the driver's, two fully kinetic steel balls penetrated his skull, sending him to meet his maker.
The vehicles behind also took quite a few hits from the steel balls, and since the cars weren't bulletproof, they were easily penetrated, leaving everyone inside wounded, without exception.
The claymore mines bought Song Heping precious time.
His position was still undetected, otherwise, hot bullets would surely be greeting him.
Seizing the opportunity, Song Heping quickly picked up the RPG launcher, took a rough aim—damn this dark night, he wasn't aiming for absolute precision, it was all about the feel of the shot.
The familiar feeling!
As the rocket, screaming sharply like a starving dog scrambling for food, plunged toward the pickup at the tail of the convoy equipped with a Desheka heavy machine gun, Song Heping suddenly remembered the sensation he felt years ago on the firing range.
He loved this stuff.
Loved it too much.
If the world's classic anti-armor weapons were ranked, the first place would not go to those with higher armor-penetration capabilities, more advanced aiming equipment, and locking modes like TOW, Milan, Javelin, or Spigot.
But to this RPG launcher—an enduring classic.
Its thrilling trajectory, its flamboyant movements, the visible flight…
Though not advanced, its simple structure made it easy to maintain.
Though old, many years later, its outdated shaped charge warheads could still easily breach the weak points of so-called modern armored personnel carriers and even some tanks.
Is the old soldier still good for a meal?
Yes!
Was there a cheaper and more practical armor-piercing weapon anywhere?
No!
Boom—
The rocket hit the pickup truck, entering from below the A-pillar, and exploded inside the cabin.
But at the moment of the explosion, Song Heping's heart skipped a beat again.
"Fuck!"
He cursed out loud,
at himself this time.